Calladito por los palos, reaparece Joaquín Lavín, liderando el inicio de una revolución en materia educacional. Sus primeros anuncios, como era de esperar, huelen bastante a lo que parece que es la “nueva forma de gobernar”: ideas mal pensadas, mal articuladas y bien cargadas al prejuicio.
YouTube - FCKH8 - Straight Talk About Gay Marriage [Subtítulos en español]
“Don’t fuck with my queer daddies!”
De lo mejor que he escuchado en la vida. Si tuviera la edad de esa pendeja, caería rendido a sus pies. Eso es actitud, mierda.
Y la mejor verdad de todas: “Si odias el matrimonio entre gays es porque, en el fondo, odias el amor entre gays.”
Compartan, difundan. A ver si algún día dejamos de legislarle la vida íntima y los sentimientos de las personas a la pinta de unos pocos.
Trataré de que este sea mi última entrada larga con Piñera de tema. Ya me aburrió, me cansó. Seguramente se vendrán otros escándalos y, ciertamente, más chambonadas, pero nada más profundo. Que como personaje no da para tanto, después de todo.
Pero no me quedaría tranquilo si no expresara mi tristeza frente a lo que parece ser la reiteración de un principio ideológico que me parece eso. Triste.
It's, not, how you start, it's how you finish, And it's, not, where you're from, it's where you're at,
Everybody gets knocked down, Everybody gets knocked down, How quick are you gonna' get up? How quick are you gonna' get up? Everybody gets knocked down, Everybody gets knocked down, How quick are you gonna' get up? Just how are you gonna' get up?
Like Ali in the jungle, Like Nelson in jail, Like Simpson on the mountain, With odds like that, they were bound to fail Like Hannah in the darkness, Like Adam's in the dark, Like Ludwig Van, how I loved that man, well the guy went deaf and didn't give a fuck, no...
No, no, no
It's, not, where you are, It's where you're going, Where are you going? And it's, not, about the things you've done, it's what you're doing, now, What are you doing, now?
Everybody gets knocked down, Everybody gets knocked down, How quick are you gonna' get up? How quick are you gonna' get up, now? Everybody gets knocked down, Everybody gets knocked down, How quick are you gonna' get up? Just how are you gonna' get up?
Like Ali in the jungle, Like Nelson in jail, Like Simpson on the mountain, Well with odds like that, they were bound to fail Like Hannah in the darkness, Like Adam's in the dark, Like Ludwig Van, how I loved that man, well the guy went deaf and didn't give a fuck, no...
Oooh, ooh, ooh No, no, no Oooh, ooh, ooh No, no, no Oooh, ooh, ooh
It's the greatest comeback since Lazarus, The greatest comeback since Lazarus, It's the greatest comeback since Lazarus, The greatest comeback since Lazarus, It's the greatest comeback since Lazarus, The greatest comeback since Lazarus, The greatest comeback since Lazarus, The greatest comeback... It's the greatest comeback...
(Radio Commentator) This, is the most joyous scene, ever seen in the history of boxing, this is an incredible scene, the place is going wild, Muhammed Ali has won, Muhammed Ali has won, by a knockdown! By a knockdown! The thing they said was impossible, he's done!
If you wanna be happy
For the rest of your life,
Never make a pretty woman your wife,
So from my personal point of view,
Get an ugly girl to marry you.
A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall.
As soon as he marries her
Then she starts to do
The things that will break his heart.
But if you make an ugly woman your wife,
You'll be happy for the rest of your life,
An ugly woman cooks her meals on time,
She'll always give you peace of mind.
Don't let your friends say
You have no taste,
Go ahead and marry anyway,
Though her face is ugly,
Her eyes don't match,
Take it from me she's a better catch.
Say man.
Hey baby.
Saw your wife the other day.
Yeah?
Yeah, she's ugly.
Yeah, she's ugly but she sure can cook.
Yeah?. Okay.
It's a square dance Mr Marshall.
It's a square dance on the floor.
It's a square dance Mr Perkins.
It's a square dance to be sure, to be sure.
Mrs Ralley! Grab the partners.
I'm just a clown that used to run around.
I used to have a million friends.
I used to start where everybody ends.
But I just give my best to my friends.
Ah.
I've done my shows.
Everybody knows.
I nearly sold all my clothes.
One man can give, another has to lend.
So I just give my best to my friends.
And so you should.
And when you think that your life isn't right.
You know the day isn't always like night.
You've had your peace, now it's time for you to fight.
Just give your best to your friends.
I'm just a clown that used to run around.
I used to have a million friends.
I used to start where everybody ends.
So I just give my best to my friends.
And when you think that your life isn't right.
You know the day isn't always like night.
You've had your peace, now it's time for you to fight.
Just give your best to your friends.
Ha ha. And when you think that your life isn't right.
You know the day isn't always like night.
You've had your peace, now it's time for you to fight.
Just give your best to your friends.
And just give your best to your friends.
oh it's healing - bang bang bang
i can hear your cannons call
you've been aiming at my land
your hungry hammer is falling
and if you want me I'm your country
I'm an angel bored like hell
and you're a devil meaning well
you steal my lines and you strike me dumb
come raise your flag upon me
and if you want me I'm your country
if you win me I'm forever - oh yeah!
'cause you're the storm that I've been needing
and all this peace has been deceiving
I like the sweet life and the silence
but it's the storm that I believe in
come and conquer and drop your bombs
cross my borders and kill the calm
bear your fangs and burn my wings
I hear bullets singing
and if you want me I'm your country
if you win me I'm forever - oh yeah!
'cause you're the storm that I've been needing
and all this peace has been deceiving
I need some wind to get me sailing
so it's the storm that I believe in
you fill my heart, you keep me breathing
'cause you're the storm that I believe in
I'm gonna break out of the city Leave the people here behind Searching for adventure It's the kind of life to find Tired of doing day jobs With no thanks for what I do I know I must be someone Now I'm gonna find out who
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ? Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do Do anything you wanna do Do anything you wanna do
I don't need no politicians to tell me things I shouldn't be Neither no opticians to tell me what I oughta see No-one tells you nothing even when you know they know They tell you what you should be They don't like to see you grow
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ? Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do Do anything you wanna do Do anything you wanna do Do anything you wanna do
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ? Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way It's not you only, 'cause you got something to say Do anything you wanna do Do anything you wanna do Do anything you wanna do
Un día de furia que me bajó. Me leí unos ensayos de Bakunin, decidí que el sistema apestaba y me puse a hacer bombas de ruido.
Después tomamos once con la familia, vimos una película y me acosté temprano.
Recuerdo que unos amigos en Facebook tenían marcado este “Me gusta” en sus muros. Por si no se lee, dice:
COMO CRESTA SE TE OLVIDA UN NIÑO DE DOS AÑOS EN EL AUTO AWÉONA!:/...
Incluso con el acento mal puesto.
Al momento en que escribo esta entrada, 50.946 personas lo habían puesto como un “Me gusta” en sus perfiles. Y a mi me dió una cosa como pudor, como pena. Sentía que era injusto. Que aquello por lo que está pasando Eugenia Riffo es suficientemente terrible como para, además, festinar con su tragedia y apuntarla con el dedo.
